An attendant carefully peeled away the hard shell of a crab, separating the tender white meat from its legs before placing it on Damian's plate.
The dining hall was unusually quiet.
Damian watched the attendant work for a moment before shifting his attention towards Amon.
"The weather here is too rough. A protective barrier should be established to lessen its effects."
Amon nodded and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"Sire... We would have done so, but we no longer have control over the God Vein mines."
Buzz!
Damian's eyes narrowed.
His hand slammed against the dining table, sending a sharp vibration through the wooden surface. The attendant beside him flinched, nearly dropping the crab leg she was holding.
"What do you mean you no longer have control over the mine?"
Damian leaned forward, his crimson eyes fixed on Amon.
"Your last letter claimed you had access to the mines. You even requested additional soldiers to reinforce its defences!"
